@Randal'Thor: ‘Mr Kreacher,
sir, can I help you?’ ‘I doubt it.’ ‘Well, in that case, if you'll just excuse me...’ ‘No one can help me’ intoned Kreacher in his bullfrog's voice, and he bowed low, muttering to his knees about mudbloods in his mistress's old house. ‘Not that anyone's tried of course.’ ‘Is that so.’ ‘Hardly worth anyone's while to help a menial house-elf is it?’ ‘I'm sorry, sir, if...’ ‘Aren't you going to ask me what I want?’ The insect paused. ‘
What...do...you...want?’ ‘I'm looking for someone.’ ‘Who?’ hissed the insect. ‘Voldemort,’ said Kracher, ‘he's over there.’ —
leftaroundabout Apr 17 '16 at 20:25